Behind the Clouds…

Low puffy dark clouds,

Arriving from the west,

Are they here to test?

Our mettle or lest…

What do they hide?

Sounds of jets behind,

Wind blowing up high,

Whistling through the trees,

Like so many bees…

Scary they can be,

When walking at night,

Dark clouds could hide,

Witches taking a broom ride,

Creatures of the dark,

That enter the mind,

After living in the park,

There to scare the young,

There to also become,

That which is most kinda dumb…

Fear not the clouds of night,

For they hold not anything that can hurt,

Nothing that we on the ground cannot avert,

For I am a long time expert,

In avoidance of objects from the sky, mostly inert…

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